You push through the overgrown path until the colossal wooden gates of Mowgli’s Palace rise before you—rotted, vandalized, and marked with a hand-painted warning: "ABANDONED BY DISNEY."

Inside the grounds, the resort feels eerily frozen in time. Palm trees sag under their own weight, shattered coconuts crunch under your boots, and a statue of Baloo grins blankly through layers of moss and bird droppings

The main palace building yawns open where doors once hung. Every footstep echoes like a gunshot. Broken counters, peeled paint, shattered glass—everything looks violently evacuated, left to decay in silence

Deeper inside, down the dust-choked lobby stairs, you find a metal mesh door labeled:

"MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!"

The lock breaks off with barely any effort. The sub-basement is surprisingly intact—flickering lights, scattered time cards, overturned desks, mold-eaten carpets. It feels like everyone simply vanished mid-shift

Eventually, you find a door striped in yellow and black:

"CHARACTER PREP 1"

It refuses to open—until you turn away. Then, with a soft pop, it creaks open by itself

Inside, the lights buzz to life. Costumes hang on the walls like bodies: Donald, Goofy, Baloo… their fur rotted, their eyes missing, their smiles warped by age

And in the middle of the room lies a photo-negative Mickey Mouse costume, sprawled on its back like a victim. Black where it should be white. White where it should be black. Red replaced with pale blue

You step closer

The thing sits up Then it stands Its head tilts unnaturally as it stares directly at you

In a perfect, hushed, but somehow wrong Mickey Mouse voice, it whispers:

"Hey, wanna see my head come off?"